When you’re done eating me,
I’ll be waiting for you in the afterlife, darling.
Where my body has turned into spirit, and I no longer ache.
When you’ve tossed my remains away, I’ll be with you still.
In the afterlife I’ll be beautiful and never age.
Never will I have the wounds you gave me as you ate me.
Here I will wait for you.
For as long as I can.
And when we find each other,
You’ll eat me again.
The cycle will continue.